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Defoe, of course, stoutly denied Mist's accusations, and published a touching account of the circumstances, describing his assailant as a lamentable instance of ingratitude.
In December of 1717 he had been identified as a writer for Mist's Weekly Journal, the leading Tory paper, and was subjected to growing attacks in the Whig press. One can hardly doubt that this paragraph is a thinly veiled defense of his own practice as a professional journalist.
That's right; and Sir Cecil could have that sword the Admiral threw away by the fence here. How grey everything looks!" "The mist's rising from the river," said the staring Flambeau. Almost as he spoke the huge figure of the hairy gardener appeared on a higher ridge of the trenched and terraced lawn, hailing them with a brandished rake and a horribly bellowing voice.
"Hell's been poppin'! The Death Mist's two miles across an' still growin an' movin'. Four townships under martial law an' movin' out the people. It got thirty of 'em this morning. An' they think the professor's crazy an' nobody'll listen to him!" "Damn!" said Tommy. He considered, grimly. "Look here, Von Holtz ought to convince them." "He caved in, outa his head, before I got to Albany.
"There ain't no call for you to cross again, sir," said the man; "I'll just go over by myself, and look after the young gentlemen." "O, let me come, I must come!" said Walter. "The mist's quite off it now, so that it's just as easy under this moonlight as when I came; and, besides, if you take a coil of the rope in your hand I'll take hold of the other end."
Why, she turns to you of her own accord! All will go smoothly." "You may be sure of it, sir," I said. "Will you leave her with me?" "Yes," he answered. "I can trust you, can't I?" "I may be trusted to death," I answered, smiling behind the mist's kind screen. Barbara was by his side now; with a bow he drew back.
This son does not appear in a favourable light in the troubles which soon after fell upon Defoe, when Mist discovered his connexion with the Government. Foiled in his assault upon him, Mist seems to have taken revenge by spreading the fact abroad, and all Defoe's indignant denials and outcries against Mist's ingratitude do not seem to have cleared him from suspicion.
He only knew that the river was below from the sound. "Is there a man down there?" he asked, shuddering. "There was a minute syne; on a bit island." "Why does he not speak?" "He is senseless. Dinna move; the mist's clearing, and you'll see if he's there syne. The mist has been lifting and falling that way ilka minute since me and the grieve saw him." The mist did not rise.
"My life trust I 'gainst three Skilled in Mist's mystery; Whatso in Hilda's weather Shall bring the swords together; If over four they are My wayfaring that bar No gale of swords will I Wake with them willingly."
It is a notable circumstance that one of the marks by which contemporaries traced his hand was "the little art he is truly master of, of forging a story and imposing it on the world for truth." Of this he gave a conspicuous instance in Mist's Journal in an account of the marvellous blowing up of the island of St.
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